I recall SF writer Connie Willis commenting at a Mile High Con* that she was comfortable living wherever she lived, because there were mountains between her and Cheyenne Mt/NORAD, until one day she had an epiphany regarding Soviet (still a thing, then) technology/engineering, and targeting.
*On a panel about Why SF Writers Are So Fond Of The End Of The World; I had just gotten back from 2 weeks at Pinyon Canyon, and wore my "Detroit: Where The Weak Are Killed and Eaten" t-shirt...